• We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

    Jeffrey Eugenides: We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
    Jeffrey Eugenides (1993). “The Virgin Suicides: A Novel”, p.243, Macmillan